Chapter 2235: Helping Out

"It truly is the Yongsheng Zhiti! Indeed, it defies heaven and creates fortune."

"To witness the Yongsheng bloodline in this lifetime is an honor."

"Such a heaven-defying bloodline—can it truly grant eternal life?"

Under the moonlight, Hengyue Zong remained restless. A steady stream of people continued to arrive to see the Yongsheng Zhiti, with a long line stretching from the foot of Longwu Peak all the way to the sect's entrance.

At that moment, the peak was still crowded with figures. A group of more than ten elders stroked their beards as they circled around the young Dongfang Yuling, sighing in admiration all the while. They seemed eager to draw a little blood from the child for further study back at their own places.

Normally, late at night, young Dongfang Yuling would be asleep, and as the peak master, Longwu would turn away visitors. But the awkward truth was that there were far too many people from Da Chu to stop them all.

Longwu had long since been knocked unconscious, all because he had been cursing and shouting nonstop while awake. A crowd of hot-tempered folks had put him to sleep and hung him upside down from a tree.

It’s worth mentioning that Longwu’s forehead shone brightly under the night sky, as slick as a polished tile.

Young Dongfang Yuling was full of energy and showed no signs of tiredness. Her bright, sparkling eyes were full of curiosity, wondering why all these old men kept circling her.

Her mother hadn’t rested either. She had already offered incense for her husband and now sat quietly nearby, watching her daughter.

Occasionally, she glanced over at a crooked old tree, where her son-in-law was still hanging, swaying with the breeze.

As a mortal woman, she knew nothing of the immortal world or the customs of Da Chu. She only knew that the people here were all a bit off—simply put, they were all a little mad. The old ones weren’t proper, and the young ones had terrible tempers. She couldn’t find a single normal person among them.

"Ayi, would you like to cultivate immortality?"

A gentle voice spoke up as Murong Miaoxin, the peak master of Yuxin Peak and Longyi’s wife, sat down lightly.

This way of addressing her as "Ayi" messed up the generations a bit.

In terms of previous lives, Murong Miaoxin was two generations above this mortal woman, but since they were in the same generation as Dongfang Yuling, calling her "Ayi" wasn’t entirely wrong.

Murong Miaoxin asked this for Dongfang Yuling’s sake.

No matter what, this mortal woman was the mother of the reincarnated Dongfang Yuling. If she learned to cultivate, she could stay by her daughter’s side and spare Dongfang Yuling the pain of losing her mother later.

Under Murong Miaoxin’s gaze, the mortal woman smiled and shook her head—that was her answer.

Murong Miaoxin sighed and didn’t press further. She understood the mortal woman’s mindset. Her husband had been gone for centuries, and she had waited just as long. She had lived enough and seen through the dust of the world. With her daughter in a good place now, she had no more attachments. A long life would only bring more weariness.

Murong Miaoxin left and approached Dongfang Yuling, unable to resist reaching out to stroke the child’s little face. She smiled warmly, lost in nostalgia.

In the previous cycle, at the walls of Nanchu City, she and Dongfang Yuling had met their end almost simultaneously—one in Longwu’s arms, the other in Longyi’s arms. It was a memory stained with blood.

"When will she unlock her past life’s memories?" Murong Miaoxin turned to look at Longyi.

"It’s hard to say." Longyi stroked his chin and shook his head. Though unreliable, he was a remnant soul of the Taixu Longdi, aware of many secrets. In the era of the Longdi, there had been another Yongsheng Zhiti—a male cultivator. From the Longdi’s memories, Longyi had seen it too.

Even the Longdi hadn’t fully understood such a bloodline. The term "Yongsheng" implied it was more profound than the Hundun Ti, in a certain sense.

That male Yongsheng Zhiti had lived an incredibly long life, outlasting even the Taixu Longdi’s passing.

Just imagine how terrifying that was—to outlive an emperor. The Yongsheng Zhiti’s strangeness was evident, like with Dongfang Yuling now: she had been found, yet her past memories remained sealed.

"If she can unlock them, that’s fine. But if not..."

Longyi murmured, his words trailing off as he glanced at Longwu hanging from the tree. If Dongfang Yuling never unlocked her past memories, she wouldn’t know who Longwu was, which would be cruel for him.

As another remnant soul of the Longdi, Longyi knew Longwu’s state of mind all too well. Longwu had stared blankly at the moon countless times and searched for Dongfang Yuling across endless domains, his body covered in the dust of ages.

The life force of the Yongsheng Zhiti was too vigorous.

A male Yongsheng Zhiti could outlive the Taixu Longdi; a female one could do the same to his remnant soul. If she died without unlocking her memories, it would be absurd.

"Perhaps Ye Chen has a way to break it." Murong Miaoxin whispered.

"That guy’s in enlightenment—who knows when he’ll come out of seclusion?" Longyi replied, glancing toward Yunu Peak. Even through the layers of mountains, he could see Ye Chen at the peak.

"The him who returned this time is quite different from before." Murong Miaoxin murmured, also looking at Yunu Peak.

Longyi said nothing, but his eyes held deep meaning.

Murong Miaoxin might not see it, but as a remnant soul of the Longdi, he knew exactly what was happening. Ye Chen was comprehending the laws of samsara, a supreme path that even the Longdi hadn’t fully grasped. For a Dasheng-level Ye Chen to gain some true insight into it was astonishing.

It was no surprise—he must have gained some heaven-defying fortune during those three years of death.

Longyi was used to it by now. Every time Ye Chen died, it was like a rebirth. Last time, he had awakened the Six Paths Samsara Eye. It seemed death was the best transformation for Ye Chen.

As they spoke, a gentle breeze blew, carrying a faint feminine fragrance.

Ye Chen’s wives had arrived. They had hidden in their rooms all day but finally came out. It was only because Ye Ling mentioned the Yongsheng Zhiti and they heard Dongfang Yuling’s name that they emerged. Otherwise, they might have stayed hidden longer—it was too embarrassing.

"Oh, beauties." Longyi called out.

"Get lost." Chuling pushed Longyi away with one hand. She always got inexplicably angry at the sight of a big bald head, especially this one who loved causing trouble at Yunu Peak.

"Tell me about it—why were there so many fairy robes hanging on Yunu Peak today?" Longyi said with a shameless grin, rubbing his hands as he sidled up again.

"Mind your own business." The women’s faces flushed, and each gave Longyi a kick, sending him flying far away. Mentioning today’s events made them want to find a hole to hide in.

The culprit himself was still in enlightenment on Yunu Peak’s summit. If not for that, they would have rushed over long ago. They had never been so humiliated in their lives.

Turning their gaze from Yunu Peak, the women gathered around Dongfang Yuling. Chuxuan and Chuling recognized her clearly, as they were from the same sect.

"Is this the Yongsheng Zhiti?" The women crowded around, full of curiosity. They had only heard legends of this bloodline and never seen a living one. Who would have thought such a dominant existence could reincarnate as a mortal?

While excited, the women couldn’t help but frown. It was Dongfang Yuling, but with her seals intact, it felt awkward. The child’s blank eyes left them feeling helpless.

"You three have the most say in this—share your thoughts!" Longyi returned, glancing at Jining Shuang, Xiyan, and Chuxuaner.

Among the reincarnated, aside from Hongchen, these three were the exceptions. Like Dongfang Yuling, their soul seals had no effect, and they couldn’t unlock their past memories.

"In my view, it needs a strong stimulus." Xiyan pondered for a moment before giving that answer. She clearly remembered charging into battle with Ye Chen at Tianxu in the past, which had suddenly broken her seal.

"Indeed." Chuxuan nodded. Her situation was similar to Xiyan’s. Back then, when Ye Chen collapsed in her arms on the verge of death, the bloody scene and tearful eyes had triggered her past memories.

As for Jining Shuang, her cheeks turned slightly red. Her case was a bit different from Xiyan and Chuxuaner’s—she had unlocked her memories after being intimate with Ye Chen, which counted as a strong stimulus.

"A strong stimulus—sounds reliable." Longyi stroked his chin and looked at Longwu again, wondering if beating him half to death in front of Dongfang Yuling might do the trick.

"In that case, we can help with this." The women chuckled.

"So, we can help too." The elders present clenched their fists, also eyeing the bald head with displeasure. If beating Longwu to a pulp could help Dongfang Yuling break her seal, they wouldn’t mind adding a few kicks.

"And us." Shouts rang out as Xiong’er, Xie Yun, and Situ Nan led a group from Hengyue Zong, all arriving with weapons in hand. Xiong’er, true to form, carried a pork knife, ready to strike at any moment.

And so, Longwu was taken down from the tree and surrounded by the dark mass of people.

Ah!

Screams erupted as the sleeping Longwu woke up, but as soon as he opened his eyes and saw the flurry of feet, he was knocked out again, thoroughly dazed.

"Let you shave your head—makes me angry just seeing it."

"And you put laxatives in my wine, you jerk."

Amid the curses, the scene was gruesomely bloody. Poor Longwu endured countless kicks and blunts, each from people settling old scores or grudges. They beat him mercilessly, all while claiming it was just helping out.

Young Dongfang Yuling watched with wide eyes, her young mind witnessing blood for the first time. But she wasn’t scared at all—just curious why so many people were beating this bald man.

Not far away, her mother couldn’t bear to look anymore. As she thought, there wasn’t a normal person here—they were all lunatics. That included her good son-in-law, who probably didn’t do anything useful on a normal day and was now getting his just deserts.

What a gathering of eccentrics!

The elders from Tianxuan Gate grimaced and clicked their tongues, watching the scene through the Huan Tian Water Curtain. Just seeing it made their stomachs turn—what wasn’t just bloody, it was outright savage! That wasn’t helping; that was murder!

Eventually, the group stopped, each with a look of pure satisfaction on their faces.

As for Longwu, he was beyond miserable—reduced to a pulp on the ground, foaming at the mouth, barely clinging to life.

They ignored him and turned to Dongfang Yuling.

The child, however, just blinked her big eyes from start to finish, completely unfazed, with no sign of her seals breaking.

Clearly, the stimulus wasn’t enough!

The group took a deep breath, each racking their brains for something even more intense.

Boom!

In the brief silence, a thunderous boom shook the nine heavens.

The sound came from Yunu Peak’s summit.

Everyone looked up, seeing a brilliant golden light shoot from Ye Chen’s Tianling Cap into the sky, piercing a massive hole in the vast expanse. Ancient visions manifested in the void, turning the night as bright as day. If you listened closely, you could hear the profound echoes of the Great Dao.

Nirvana and transformation!

That was what everyone thought. Ye Chen must have gained new insights from his enlightenment, causing these outer phenomena and such a commotion.

"That guy always brings his own aura of grandeur wherever he goes." Xie Yun sighed.

"What kind of law is this—so profound." Gutong San stared in a daze, his state of mind stirred by the Dao sounds.

"Maybe he’ll find a breakthrough to Zhundi."

"Enlightenment is faster than swallowing source stones."

"It’s samsara." On one side of the peak, Zixuan murmured to herself, her beautiful eyes full of shock. Even the stunning Donghua Empress hadn’t touched such a supreme law, yet Ye Chen had. His talent and fortune were on another level.

"The dawn of hope will shine eternally through him once more." Donghuang TaiXin smiled, her weary expression easing a bit. The Zhundi and others were even more astonished. A supreme Dao and a heaven-defying law added another layer of mystery to Ye Chen. This minor Dasheng was destined to lead them on the path of Dao.

Not just them—the two supreme beings in the underworld also had gleaming eyes.

Cultivation levels might surpass, but the Dao doesn’t. Some supreme paths were beyond even the sovereigns. The Ming Emperor, in particular, had never stopped comprehending samsara, but compared to Ye Chen, he was still a step behind.

You are stronger than I!

The Ming Emperor murmured in his heart, speaking to Ye Chen and his first life. As fellow emperor-level figures, Ye Chen’s first life had achieved self-samsara, something he couldn’t do and didn’t even know how to begin.

Under everyone’s gaze, Ye Chen, still seated in meditation, didn’t open his eyes or move. The light from his body gradually faded into nothingness, and the void visions flickered in and out before dissolving. Only the Dao sounds continued to echo endlessly.

In his state of sudden insight, he was evolving a scene and deriving a divine ability.

That ability was the king of kills, known as the Feilei Shen Jue. Since ancient times, only the Jimi Shenti had a chance to awaken it, and not every Jimi Shenti could master it. Once unlocked, it became a god of slaughter, appearing and disappearing without a trace, impossible to guard against.

Though the Feilei Shen Jue was unparalleled, its essence wasn’t hard to grasp—it involved marking spacetime and traveling through it, ignoring arrays to instantly take a life.

Because of its dominance, every Jimi Shenti was targeted for extermination, snuffing out such bloodlines in their cradle for peace of mind.

Ye Chen had witnessed the terror of the Jimi Shenti firsthand, which made him even more drawn to the Feilei Shen Jue—swift and decisive kills.

He lacked spacetime marks but had samsara marks. Since he could travel back through them, he could also shuttle between the eight samsara marks. In this way, it was similar to the Feilei Shen Jue.

He remained in that position for nine days.

Over those nine days, visitors to Hengyue Zong kept coming, not just from Da Chu but from the stars as well. Representatives from various forces arrived to visit the Shengti and see the Yongsheng Zhiti.

Unfortunately, Ye Chen was in enlightenment, so no one dared disturb him. As for the Yongsheng Zhiti, you could see her, but you had to wait in line—no matter if you were a Zhundi or a Dasheng, get in the back.

On the tenth day, Ye Chen’s sacred body trembled slightly.

Then, seven samsara marks flew into different parts of the void and vanished into nothingness, leaving one at his seated spot.

The world only saw a flash of light and nothing more.

But no one knew that in that instant, Ye Chen had circled seven places in the void, marking each with a samsara seal, and in the same breath, returned to Yunu Peak via the eighth mark.

Everything happened in a flash, invisible to those without exceptional vision.

"Looks like he really grasped the Feilei Shen." The Ming Emperor clicked his tongue.

"Feeling a bit defeated?" Dihuang smiled.

"I can’t deny it—he’s shocked me again." The Ming Emperor took a deep breath, a hint of wariness in his emperor’s eyes. He sensed that if Ye Chen reached greatness, he would surpass Dihuang. Even a sovereign without samsara wouldn’t be his match. The Feilei Shen’s kills weren’t just talk—one had to always prepare to be struck down in an instant.